Sunday, December 21, 2008

Christmas in Song and Photo - Sunday

Not exactly a joyous Christmas song, but Christ didn't mean for Himself to be lauded and exalted at His birth. Later is when every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess.

"No Room in the Inn"

No beautiful chamber, no soft cradle bed,
No place but a manger, nowhere for His head;
No praises of gladness, no thought of their sin,
No glory but sadness, no room in the inn.

No room, no room, for Jesus, O give Him welcome free, Lest you should hear at Heaven’s gate, “There is no room for thee.”

No sweet consecration, no seeking His part,
No humiliation, no place in the heart;
No thought of the Savior, no sorrow for sin,
No prayer for His favor, no room in the inn.


No one to receive Him, no welcome while here,
No balm to relieve Him, no staff but a spear;
No seeking His treasure, no weeping for sin,
No doing His pleasure, no room in the inn.


Lydia's first Christmas. The first Christmas with our children always comes with many, many Christmas tree training sessions. She's plucked a star off our tree in this picture. I snapped the shot before we started "training."

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